Think aloud
My dear miserable ex,
Look at you! How many messages have you sent me these past few days? How many times have you tried to get to me by calling my number at ungodly hours of the night?
You seem like you’re under stress. It sounds like you regret something.
Try being more careful or I’ll believe that you feel some sort of remorse for the things you did wrong in our relationship.
Listen up, you piece of absolute trash: I. Do. Not. Care.
This is your time to hurt.
When I fall in love, I fall hard. My friends know when I fall in love with someone because they can see the way my eyes glaze over with absolute adoration when I look at someone.
That’s how I looked at you. Everyone knew I made you the center of my world. They saw how much effort I put into lavishing all my love and attention on you. You didn’t seem to bat an eye at that, but a glimmer of your affection was enough for me.
I guess that’s what I get for being blinded by love. That’s what a lovesick fool looks like.
I don’t feel any shame for the pedestal I put you on. You were my everything back then.
Whenever someone would say something negative about you, I always found a way to correct them and take your side. There was nothing anyone in this world could say that could’ve made me love you less.
I’d forgive you for everything. I forgave you when you didn’t show up on our dates, I dismissed every single one of those backhanded compliments you dished out, and when you’d insult my friends.
All of my friends thought I was crazy, and I don’t blame them. For some bizarre reason, I saw the potential in you. There was something that told me you were worth my time and effort.
I just wish that I’d known that something was nothing more than my insecurities. I was so scared of being alone and losing you. At times, my friends thought I was incapable of breathing without you.
You see, that’s exactly how much I can love someone. I lose myself completely when I find the person who I believe to be the love of my life.
Of course, now I know that’s an utter disaster. I was young, duh. If I was to see you right now, I’d call myself stupid for ever depending on you like that.
My poor, miserable, ex. You thought that I would always stay that lovesick little girl who’d ignore all those awful things you did to me?
One day, when I woke up, I realized that nothing and no one in this world was worthy of my tears.
When I look back at our relationship and how many tears I cried for you, I actually feel sorry for myself. You hurt me so much and it took me so long to understand that I did deserve better. I was just so consumed by you that I didn’t know how to choose myself over you.
You’d manipulate me, betray me, lie to me. It felt like you spent hours a day scheming how to hurt me next. It truly felt like that!
You’d remind me of all of my insecurities because you didn’t like the way I’d dress or the things that I did enjoy. You didn’t like me, but I liked to believe that would change over time. I wondered if one day you’d see how much it hurt me so you’d change your ways for me.
I was such a naive little girl.
Now it’s your time to hurt. And it’s my turn to enjoy my life and watch from the sidelines as you regret everything you did wrong.
I could laugh in your face if I was willing enough. Because when I look at you, I only see a pathetic little man who thinks he deserves everything he sets his eyes on.
That’s why you cheated on me, right? Because you thought you could have more than one woman at a time.
I must thank you for that, it was truly an eye-opening moment, by the way.
You’re so pitiful. Do you truly believe that anyone would forsake their own happiness and self-love to go back to you after everything you did?
Because that’s what it sounds like. It sounds like you’re trying to convince me that nothing you did was as bad as I make it out to be. You call me crazy and then play the victim, saying you don’t deserve the way I’m treating you right now.
All I’m doing is ignoring you. I don’t want you in my life anymore and I don’t care what happens to you.
So, my dear, miserable ex, go find someone who cares. Because I genuinely don’t.
I don’t want to sound like a jerk, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t just wait for you to realize how much you hurt me. If anything, this is your time to see it for yourself.
Do you feel that awful feeling in your chest that doesn’t let you breathe at times? Yeah, that’s heartbreak right there. I felt like that during that entire atrocity we called a relationship.
So please, save yourself the time of day, save the last ounce of dignity you have left, and stop calling me. Stop texting me. I don’t want to hear from you.
You took everything from me, you showed me just how much love can hurt, but you also taught me that I deserve so much better than you’ll ever be able to offer me.
You can’t have me anymore. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever again.
I finally understand there’s someone out there in the world who’ll treat me with so much love and adoration that I’ll never have to feel that pain in my chest again. He’ll let me breathe and show me how beautiful love can be.
So my miserable ex, it’s your time to hurt.
You’re blocked. Bye.
